Good Evening! I just ate a mediocre dinner: toast, wasabi mayonnaise, 2 tomato slices sprinkled with sea salt, 2 eggs sunnyside up, and on top of that some left over sprouted-wheat pasta and shelled edamame. At least it was kind of healthy. Im an incorrigible Obsessive-Compulsive when it comes to my diet, eating healthy, balanced, and the like. Before I get back to work on Apartment Hunting I, after some aberrations in my behavior, wanted to postulate one of the central themes of the screenplay: Relationships trump the individual (R>P).
In the story the protagonist Thomas, against all his faculties and general common sense, pushes on to search for an Apartment with his girlfriend Jane amidst the convergence of death threats, stalkers and a very pressing deadline at his high-profile job (lead game designer for a fictional video game company). Why not just put it off, sort things out? Because the innate needs/wants to rush-in, domesticate, make this Relationship bona fide has twisted our hero's logic...
Do we get lost in the idea or habitual comforts of the Union that the salient qualities of our parters, of our loved ones, are obfuscated beyond repair? Are we inexorably tethered to each other by familiarity: sexual, olfactory, conversational--whatever, but where do You end and I begin? Be apprised I'm not trying to rain a Pessimistic Shit-Storm on our romantic picnics on the beach, but the fear, the torrential anxiety arising when something goes wrong, when mistakes are made, after hurtful things are said: are we salvaging the Individual or the idea/reality of being in this Relationship? I love my Girlfriend but I'd be pulling your collective Leg if I didn't admit our Union/quality of life/day-to-day lifestyle wasn't nestled in the back of my mind when the Seas of Love find themselves less than traversable.
Back to the lab I go. And Congratulations to President Obama!
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